Washable Coloring Tablecloth with Mandalas

This washable Mandala Table Cloth creates reusable fun. Just throw it in the washing machine and it is like new with each wash. My kids will sit for a good half hour or more coloring in the butterflies, birds and mandalas on the intricate print. It is perfect for when I want to prepare dinner, have some quiet time, or sit with them and join in the creativity. Be sure to use with washable markers, I use Crayola Ultra-Clean Washable Markers.

Love and Pain

By Christina Contaldi

Heartache is
love and pain woven together.

Like masked friends,
These two collide

As if to say –
I didn’t know you, too, existed.

These two could sit,
Back to back

for a lifetime,
Never recognizing the other.

One would sit in love,
And the other, in pain.

One stuck in time,
Disoriented and confused.

The other lost in sorrow,
Alone, buried in misery.

Then one day,
Should they choose

They can turn
And face each other.

Two opposites,
Can sit side by side

As they share
Their stories.

One is the story of love,
The other is the story of pain.

Love’s words will soften the heart,
While pain’s will harden it.

Love will expand the heart,
While pain will guard it.

Love will laugh,
Pain will cry.

Then love will extend a hand,
And pain will accept it.

They merge together,
As if to say –

You were there,
And I was there.

My stories happened,
And your stories happened.

Yes, we have suffered –

But we
have also


– Christina Contaldi

A Love Letter to My Son

By Christina Contaldi
December 29, 2019

My shoe size
has been the same
for over 20 years.

I look in the mirror,
and ever since I can remember,
the same brown eyes,
the same brown hair,
the same face,
look back at me.

I know myself.

Yet every day with you, my son,
I am confronted with
a constant of change.

When you were an infant,
I watched your baby blue eyes
morph into a hazel-brown.
And just like that,
you had new colored eyes.

Like a walking clock,
I can see the passage of time.
In your walk,
your words,
your clothes,
your mannerisms.

With every season,
your body grows;
requiring a new coat,
new shoes,
new sizes.

I’ve packed up the time
in organized bins –
0-3, 3-6, 6-12, 2T, 3T, 4T…

I watched your body
roll, crawl, wobble, walk, run.
Just when I think I know you,
you become someone else.

I’ve watched
your round belly disappear,
your chunky legs thin out,
facial features get more defined,
as the baby fat fades away.

I’ve heard, and seen you,
talk, listen, understand,
interpret, relate, express, create.

It truly is astounding
to watch you unfold.
And with each milestone, I know,
that it will soon be a distant memory.
Because more of you
is blossoming every day.

I can only hope,
that with the whirlwind of change,
you can always feel
the constant of my love.

Because whomever you become tomorrow,
you can be sure,
I will love him, too.